Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Why I Like Big Kids

I have mourned the passing of Sweetheart's childhood....always. Every year I was a mixture of sad and happy as she kept growing up and advancing in age. But, looking back, the years between 7 and 10 things didn't change ALL that much.

I mean, she was taller.
But she still liked a lot of the same things. Her favorites stayed consistent for a long time.
She still had the same little personality.
She looked similar--just a bit older each year.
She was still my baby.

But 12? Twelve has been something else. I mean, you can't deny the very obvious physical changes going on. She is becoming a young lady. And she has glasses now. And I just cut her hair. And she's 5' 1".

And she only asked for 1 toy for her birthday. And she can't really think of any toys she wants for Christmas. I don't even know what to do with that.

But having a big kid is pretty cool too. She is very helpful. She can reach almost anything. She can follow directions 200% better than her 9 year old self could. And she can go fishing until 10:00 at night with Daddy.